Summary

Summary: You can run of course, but very few can outrun a crossbow bolt in the cold... afraid and alone. Then again, very few find being pinned to a tree trunk by a steel bolt as good as a hit of morphine...

Anon asked: Perhaps something with the killer from Hush? Taking place before the movie, and with his mask staying on for the whole thing?

A/N: Day 5 of Kinktober for sadomasochism. Please see tags for warnings. <3

Summary

Thirteen notches on that crossbow

A rival, a lover, a friend, a stranger, a boy, a girl, a woman, a man, his bastard father, his complacent mother, his old boss, that one red-lipped waitress, the freckled babe with auburn hair and crimson-stained plaid